Elara stares out at the city she now controls, her breath fogging the glass slightly. She slowly raises the photograph, her fingers steady as she rips it down the middle. The camera remains locked-off, focusing on the micro-expressions of her face. The sound of the rain intensifies, creating a rhythmic, somber backdrop to her quiet victory. The lighting shifts as a lightning flash illuminates t...
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